Old Man Big BagSays you gotstat truts trutsOtherwise otherwiseWhats its worthGimme the valueSell me the priceOr I might think twice

D F GSo say thank youeven if you don’t mean itItll be worth itIf you just play itcool calm and collected

Useless and oldUnripe and not your typeLittle browned in spotsBurly edibleBut choke it down no mats

Release the nowAt least til ya perceive itCan you show itI'd like to see itCuz how am I going to need it

Amazonian

Dm G F E7Dm G A# FD, G F E7Dm G A# E7Floating down the amazonOn my own on a raft aloneFloating lost without a phone1Gliding down an amazonianAll on my own, all my luck goneMy thirst out of control

Carried down the AmazonPulled along on twigs I’d woveWithout a world to call my ownTravelin down an Amazonian

On riverbank the savage spawnPoisoned spears and sharp incisorsBlackened eyes that claim no soulWanna wear my bones as clothesUncivil dawn, cannibals drawnTheir hunger out of control

Tied and gagged, dragged in a hutTied to a stake, beat with a clubNo sense of time- soon blacked outWhen come round again they’d stepped outBloodied through rope – slipped round backAn escape out of control

Traversin’ the river’s chaos without a prayerMo’skeeters, no-no’s and the tiniest titsiesChewing that soft flesh filling they belliesGiving me at least a dozen - and one diseasesI’ll be sick til Im home see

Coach notesBows and arrowsTied hand behind backDragged into a hutTied him to a stakeTook turns beating him w/a clubNo sense of time – blacked out – went to a far away placeAbout to kill him – but wore down the rope – slipped out the backBloody hands

Brain Eater

The Brain EaterCalls upon its intruders

Busting at the seamsAtop losing steamChances are getting slimmer

But a shredBy a threadAm I already dead?

Wearing at the solesUnevenly proportionedErasure of my pathed

Vanishing mapTopograph trappedTrack the lost laughs

And marvel at the absurditiesBask in the jollyBow down to the mirthIt is where miracles are madeWhere they are birthed

Simulate this – Go ahead and try it – try me

Bm7 EmF D x3

Without boundaries on space and timeAll that can happenWill – Has – IsIn perpetual synchronicityIn a loop-de-loop of always and ever

Without a cap on mind and bodyAll that can beWill – Has – IsIn perpetual infinitudeIn an ongoing paraded charade

Final recreate I say, you say, we sayHit me with the worksI will have a taste of literally everything

It’s my last supper – better offer upBetter gimme what I want

The Ode to Sir Carlton Snatch

The Ode to Sir Carlton Snatch

In early times his playground medal came of sincerityThose would do harm left unsure of hisWill to corral his onward home

In the early middle days his field assistance took on formThose would slag his shit left pitilessAnd broke it off gingerly sworn

In the middle midland years there was despairThose would point left visionlessAnd surpassed by his pseudo-self

Do you like the hutzpah?Cuz he is all inDoesn’t pussy foot – doesn’t meamble like a mother forkPrefers to spoon – an outer spoon

Wild Card

G7 D7My mind is a wildcardI am not good at acting out my thoughtsCuz it is scary sometimesEspeciallyWhen you have a lo-tech attack aheadThe red side the green side

You nod along You nod alongI am going to load a song to nod along toCuz it is worth a think rinkEspeciallyWhen you have fates funk to debunk upfrontYou gotta debate upfront x2